Chapter 66 This Is Not Elora

• The previous actions of Larsen weren't something Elia could disregard; his thought was fixed on Larsen's tone, body language, and eyes. Elia's drive to the clubhouse was a quiet one but with a busy mind.
• It moved from his brother to the slave who seems to be the center of it all, Elora. He admitted that she was a very beautiful she-wolf even with the little dirty slave gown, her unbrushed hair, and her plain face with no makeup. A little doll up on her, and she would transform into a goddess, but it wasn't her beauty that got him so curious and interested, but the mysterious things that surrounded her. Remembering clearly how his friend, Mathew, was so scared and worried about crossing part with her, and the next minute, he was stabbed to death by her.
• ' was it that it was my brother that ordered her to do it?' he questioned in his mind, ' no, it can't be; he wasn't even aware that he was around; then what happened between her and Matthew?.'